It was no secret that Queen Chrysalis loved showing off her evil laugh.
Despite the claims of some ponies and other irrelevant lifeforms, evil laughs did not waste any substantive amount of time and only improved the odds the hero would win by minimal, if not negligible amounts. Rather, evil laughs were always the culmination of months of hard work and a pat on the back for a job well done.
If anything, she deserved to have them, just as much as she deserved other good things in life.
Seeing the shock and horror on Princess Cadance’s face as Chrysalis closed off the last remaining exit to the Canterlot caverns had felt magnificent. Of course Cadance hadn’t known how carefully her behaviors, her mannerisms, her daily routine, all her relationships had been staked out. A few months ago, nopony could’ve even laid a hoof on her without being thrown in prison. Now, to Chrysalis and her changelings, luring Cadance to her demise came as easily as taking candy from a baby.
And, victory had been sweet indeed. So, Chrysalis had every right to laugh as she waved goodbye and stepped back through the portal into Canterlot Castle.
Closing her eyes, and humming a little tune, Chrysalis took a deep breath and transformed.
Though she was already a master in subterfuge, the first feelings of assuming another identity always sent faint chills down her spine—a combination of the magic working its way through her and the anticipation of gaining a new body and personality. She knew every detail about how to act as Cadance perfectly, yes, but knowledge and execution were two different things.
When she flipped her hair over her shoulder just like Cadance did—like that—it had to radiate the same level of grace. When she cleared her throat to test her shifted vocal chords—“I’m so overjoyed to see you, my beloved subjects”—she had to project the same exact level of authority (firm and determined, yet not too aged). With every strut, every breath, every passing glance, Chrysalis grew more and more into her role, just like breaking into new clothes.
It gave Chrysalis a sense of power knowing she could just as easily ruin Cadance’s public image, and yet still chose to maintain its illusion flawlessly. Here she was, in the body of one of Equestria’s divine sovereigns. With time, everything she’d wanted in life could, and would be hers—she simply needed a little patience.
The truth was, as head of state, Princess Cadance served as more a symbolic and representative leader. Sure, she had the responsibility of maintaining the Crystal Empire, but seeing as the Crystal Ponies were largely emotional creatures, Cadance’s role was one more of moral guidance than administrative authority. Underneath her, the established centuries-old layers of policymakers, lawyers, nobleponies, and politicians could maintain a nation more or less fine.
As a result, the changelings had figured that Cadance’s daily schedule was filled mostly with public appearances and other events designed to improve standing and confidence in the state. Even for her own wedding, things like bills and staff management were of no importance to her.
In short, Cadance’s job was to look pretty and be loved.
Chrysalis snorted at the thought. Well, not like it was that much different from her normal job. Perhaps she and the Princess of Love were not so different, after all.
She took one last deep breath and opened the door, heading out to the cacophony of sounds of rushed ponies who would be awaiting her arrival.
Though Chrysalis stepped carefully in her initial conversations, she quickly settled into the role of impersonating her counterpart. As she’d done countless times before, she seamlessly transitioned into the public sphere, adrenaline filling her veins with the thrill of deception.
She greeted the wedding guests who’d arrived early—her smile was both dazzling and reassuring, each greeting calculated, each laugh perfectly timed. Why, of course she’d remembered the one or two times they’d met before. And of course their dietary options had been perfectly incorporated into the menu. It was small pickings, but Chrysalis still savored the friendship emanating from the ponies as they drew into a comforting embrace of familiarity.
She attended to the wedding planners, going over final details with adroitness. Her voice flowed as softly as that of the real princess’s. Of course, nopony had questioned her, or even looked at her any differently than they always had.
Even brunch with Celestia and Luna had been a cinch. It was so easy to sit and gush with her “dear aunties” about things as pointless and tedious as floral arrangements while siphoning off all the love they had for her. Her gestures flowed as naturally as if they’d always been her own—if only the clueless princesses had any idea how thoroughly they’d been fooled.
After a visit to a local orphanage, a press conference about love and unity, and a gown fitting with Cadance’s personal seamstress (who hadn’t noticed a single change to Cadance’s body), even Chrysalis had to admit she was feeling a bit tired. The ponies’ emotions, while tasty, had provided her little more nourishment than what was enough to maintain herself throughout the day—if she had to feed her kingdom, she was going to need much more.
But that was okay, because her next appointment was going to be with him.
Chrysalis waited eagerly at the gates of the Guard Academy until Shining Armor had said bye to all his mates, and when his eyes met hers, she felt true and utter love.
In all honesty, it had always puzzled the changelings how powerful the connection was between the two ponies. Shining Armor’s level of devotion toward his wife-to-be was frankly unparalleled, and nearly physically impossible. It had made the pair the natural target for the changelings’ conquest.
It was what made evil laughs so much more worth it—when plans came together just like this.
As Chrysalis stretched her arms out toward her approaching fiancé, her lips parted, and when they kissed, she closed her eyes and let the torrent of emotions crash over her.
It felt like being caught in a series of waves, each more powerful and exhilarating than the last. Their kiss was a deep ocean of passion, surging and receding, leaving her breathless with each ebb and flow. It was as if they were suspended in a perfect moment, surrounded by the rhythmic sound of passion that enveloped them both.
She melted into him, the world around them seeming to fade into a gentle whisper, a soothing backdrop to the tempest of emotions swirling within Shining, and Chrysalis as she drank him in. When they finally broke apart, Chrysalis gazed up at Shining Armor with a soft, lustful gleam in her eyes—part a crafted image, and part real from the overwhelm she felt. She leaned into him, basking in the affection that radiated from him.
"Shining," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr, "you never cease to amaze me, my love."
He smiled, brushing a lock of her borrowed hair back into place. "I’d do anything for you, Cadance," he replied earnestly, his gaze intense.
They strolled back through the corridors of the castle shoulder to shoulder. Chrysalis’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as they planned their final few tasks before the sun would set.
They took a detour to the royal gardens, where Chrysalis and Shining mingled with the gardeners and found an opportunity to observe the lush greenery. They visited the kitchens, taste testing final treats that Chrysalis pretended to enjoy. All the while, Shining stood by her side, asserting his own self with an air of dignity and respect.
Chrysalis chittered internally. One day, he’d make a fine soldier for her hive.
But tonight, their jobs were done, and they had a bedroom waiting for them.
As they approached Cadance’s private chambers, Chrysalis held her breath. It was the one area of the castle she’d not ever had access to. Not even the castle maids entered or exited—Cadance had always insisted on cleaning it alone.
Chrysalis could think of several reasons why. For starters, it was quite obvious what a bedroom used by newlyweds would be used for.
Still, it never hurt to be cautious. “After you, dear.” Chrysalis readied a potent defensive spell as she tailed her faux husband, carefully scanning his emotions and the atmosphere surrounding them for any potential tricks or traps.
If she failed here, the consequences would be dire—she’d be imprisoned, and the rest of her subjects left for dead.
But if she succeeded—by the Hives…
She watched Shining Armor carefully, step by step. Once they were inside, upon confirming they were safe and alone, she’d zap him with the mind control spell she’d carefully attuned to his consciousness, and harvest enough love to sustain a generation.
Licking her lips, she savored the feeling of knowing Shining would be no more than a mindless drone in a few weeks, his mind eroded by her continuous chipping until he would no longer be able to resist. Then, the Crystal Empire, and soon all of Equestria, would be hers.
Shining Armor opened the door to their room, and walked inside. He held the door open for Chrysalis to follow.
Chrysalis stared into his eyes, giving him an assured smile as if to say everything was safe. But, though she couldn’t quite figure out why, her instincts suddenly began noticing an uneasy feeling.
Something was different, something was wrong. She scanned up and down his body and the hall, searching for any last traps or body language tells that would indicate she was making a mistake—nothing.
Was it just nerves she was feeling? Or knowing she was entering unfamiliar territory? Chrysalis swallowed, took a measured breath, and stepped inside, doing her best not to flinch as Shining clicked the door shut.
As he did, his eyes began to narrow. His muscles began to tense. Shining Armor moved.
What had Chrysalis missed? It had been a long time since she’d last engaged in close-quarters combat, but she knew needed to dodge, and strike back, and fast.
Heart pounding, she leapt out of the way. There was a thud on the ground behind her.
When she turned back, her eyes widened. What Shining Armor was doing had never even crossed her wildest imaginations.
Shining Armor had not slammed the ground where she once was. He had not cast any magic spells, punched any walls, kicked with any hooves.
Shining Armor, captain of the Royal Guard, was kneeling on the ground, prostrating himself to the astonished mare.
“This slave serves and obeys, Your Highness,” he droned.
For a few moments, Chrysalis stood there in utter shock. Was she dreaming? No, it felt far too real. What had suddenly changed about Shining?
His emotions felt real. His pure, raw, unfiltered love roared from his body and wrapped Chrysalis in layers of bliss she couldn’t even consume fast enough before new love took its place. And, Chrysalis hadn’t even cast a single spell on him yet. This devotion was not only real, but directed entirely toward the real Princess Cadance.
Mouth dry, Chrysalis stammered, “A-and how did you become of this state, my prince?”
Shining Armor hung his head even lower. “Thank you for letting me speak, Your Highness. Of course, you did this to me many moons ago, Your Highness. I am eternally grateful for having been shown my true place in life, Your Highness.”
“D-did what?” Chrysalis’s voice wavered. “S-slave.”
At mention of the word, Shining Armor moaned, and his body squirmed with glee. Enraptured, Chrysalis watched as he, who had been so stoic and noble just minutes ago, looked up at her. In the center of each of his eyes glowed a distinctive pink heart. Drool trickled down the side of his mouth. And yet, in his lust-drunk state, he still found the strength to light his horn and cast a spell.
“This, Your Highness,” he simply stated, and Chrysalis saw.
Hundreds of pink strands of previously-invisible magic wrapped tightly around his body. They strung around his hooves, his chest, even his rapidly hardening stallionhood. They penetrated into his ears and mouth and mind. And each and every one tied him to Chrysalis—Cadance.
Chrysalis reached out and tugged at one. Immediately, her mind was assaulted with knowledge of Shining’s inner wants and desires. She tugged at another—Shining’s passion for his work. Another, and the largest thread—Shining’s utter and complete submission to Cadance.
Shining gulped. “Did I do well, Your Highness? I was so good and acted just like normal in public all day today, Your Highness, like you ordered me to. And as hard as I wanted to kiss your hooves tonight, I didn’t even tell a single guard about it.”
Though she wasn’t truly the one at the center of Shining’s devotion, Chrysalis was beginning to feel flustered, fast. This was hot. Leave it to the Princess of Love to have hidden a secret of this magnitude.
Chrysalis was beginning to understand. This is what the castle maids never saw, what she could never find out while scoping her prey, what had baffled even her changeling scientists about Shining’s inequine levels of love output.
He was not just love drunk, he was love poisoned. As Chrysalis tugged each pink strand, able to marginally control each one, each strain of his passion, it occurred to her she must be doing what Cadance already had been for months, if not years.
It was with Shining’s magic assistance she was able to do this—Shining was handing her the reins willingly. Chrysalis didn’t know how Cadance had been able to prime Shining into doing it, but of course it meant Cadance could shape Shining in any way she’d wanted. Her coltfriend, then her husband-to-be, then her whorish slave—
—and if Chrysalis was reading the room correctly, Shining’s strings weren’t the only ones present in the room. Faintly, leading away toward different directions, were strands connecting her to Celestia, Luna, Twilight, even the rest of the guards and castle staff.
Guess Princess of Love really meant something, after all. Something a lot more than being mere head of state. Clever mare.
Chrysalis smirked. For the second time that day, she thought to herself that perhaps she and Cadance were not so different, after all. What a lucky bug she was. Cadance might as well have handed her Equestria on a silver platter.
In that case, there was nothing else to do than celebrate her victory, and make sweet love to her brand new husband.
It was as though time had stopped for Chrysalis. Her thoughts raced with anticipation, power pulsing through her as she tugged lightly on Shining Armor's strings. His breath hitched, his entire body responding to her subtle control.
"Good boy," she murmured, tracing a hoof along the length of his jaw, savoring the way he trembled under her touch. Shining's eyes were glazed over with need, and he practically purred at the compliment.
"Your Highness," he breathed, his voice low, desperate. "Please... command me."
Chrysalis's smirk widened as she lowered her head to meet his gaze. "As you wish, slave."
With an aggressive fury, she pressed her lips against his. Shining melted into her embrace, eagerly returning her affections. His hooves were gentle, worshipful as they roamed across her disguised form, urgently pleasuring his beloved.
Their tongues danced and wrestled, and she relished the taste of fervent devotion on his lips. Pulling back slightly, leaving his tongue dangling and his hot breath forming steam on her snout, she met his lidded eyes with a teasing glance. She tugged one of the strings gently, heightening his arousal, watching with satisfaction as his body visibly responded—his muscles tightening, his breath growing ragged, his cock springing to its full length as it leaked with precum.
"Mmm... feel that?" she whispered against his lips, her voice a sultry purr. "I own you."
Shining groaned, his horn lighting up again in response to her teasing. The threads connecting them shimmered, pulsating with his magic, and Chrysalis knew she could pull even tighter, make him even more hers. And she did, dragging the strings, watching as his body arched in pure bliss. He was entirely under her spell.
He knelt before her, hooves trembling as he peppered kisses on her hooves, his voice trembling with reverence. "What can this slave do for you, Your Highness?" he asked?
Chrysalis hummed in approval. "You may serve me, however I wish," she cooed. "Show me how good you can be, slave."
Shining didn’t need to hear another word. His face plunged between Chrysalis's legs and his horn sparked to life once more, gripping his cock and masturbating wantonly. His mouth latched onto her winking snatch, tongue diving into her wet folds with eager desperation. He moaned against her, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure rippling through her core. Each lick, each swirl of his tongue was devoted to pleasing her, his face buried in her heat, every inch of him completely consumed by the single-minded desire to worship his Highness.
Chrysalis groaned in pleasure, her eyes blurring as she greedily slurped the love and lust pouring out of him. "Yes… that's it, slave. M-more. I need more."
Shining moaned louder, his hips bucking reflexively as his arousal leaked freely from his shaft. “Y-yes, Your Highness.” His horn glowed again, and he intensified the strings even more, setting the room ablaze with glowing pink.
Chrysalis grunted, roughly pressing her hoof down on the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her. His tongue flicked and swirled with increasing intensity, and Chrysalis could feel herself growing closer, the heat inside her building with each desperate, worshipful lick. “More!”
Shining Armor's breath was ragged, his cock throbbing in his magical grip, precum dribbling from the tip as he pumped himself in rhythm with his tongue's movements. His entire world, entire purpose was to taste her, feel of her, serve her, worship her. When Cadance commanded him more, he gave more. As much as he could.
With a flash, the entire room was doused in blinding pink light. The raw amount of emotion threatened to invade every crevice, every crack in Chrysalis’s body.
As she thrust her winking cunt into Shining’s face, she could feel his entire being, all his thoughts.
And, she could feel all of the real Cadance’s thoughts too—everything she’d imprinted onto Shining, adjusted in his psyche, and through it, all her own wishes and desires.
I must dominate the world with my love.
Chrysalis felt it creep into her mind as Shining's tongue worshiped her. Her hips rocked into him, and amidst the growing pleasure, her thoughts seemed to unravel and reassemble themselves. Cadance’s desires, once foreign, now felt familiar. Almost… right.
I will make all of Equestria mine, one lover at a time.
Shining Armor’s mouth worked feverishly, his own body trembling under the dual pleasures of magic and his need to obey her every whim. “M-my Princess…”
Love is power.
Even as Chrysalis tugged harder on the strings, they began to wrap around her body, too. She groaned, her inner voice mingling with Cadance's. The radiant light blurred her vision, her grip on her own identity weakening.
Love is my weapon. Love is my conquest.
Chrysalis gasped as Shining’s tongue flicked over the most sensitive areas of her clit. Though her disguise held, somehow, the strings even began threading themselves through her changeling holes, piercing into her chitin, deep into her mind.
“Yes… y-you… you serve your Princess,” she mumbled, her words barely her own. With every thrust and lick and suck and indulgence, her sense of self dissolved further, bringing her closer to becoming the very thing she’d sought to impersonate.
I am the Princess of Love.
Chrysalis's head spun. Though she was too dazed to notice, her body was being surrounded by the pink glow. Inexplicably, her true form was changing—each love-deprived hole filling up and sealing shut, her dark chitin transforming into true fur, flesh, and bone. Her dark, jagged wings began to melt, disintegrating into a fluff of shimmering feathers. Her fangs, once sharp and menacing, retracted into delicate, pink lips. Her crooked horn began to straighten into a perfect point.
Shining’s muffled moans grew louder as he continued to pump his cock, his body spasming with each stroke, eager to please the Princess—his Highness. “I-I’m yours, Cadance!”
I am Princess Cadance.
“I’m… I’m…”
I am Princess Cadance.
“I- nnngh!”
“G-gonna cum… for you, Your Highness! My Amore, my everything, my Cadance!”
I am Princess Cadance.
“I… I am… I am Cadance!” Chrysalis Cadance gasped as she shuddered in pleasure, the final pieces of her old self melting away. Her pupils, once narrow slits, widened into round, friendly eyes. The last of her chitin fell to the ground in flakes before being dissolved in the torrent of love. The room spun as with a final, powerful tug, she sent him over the edge. Shining groaned into her pussy, his body shaking as he came hard, his cock twitching violently as thick ropes of cum shot out, spattering onto the ground beneath them.
The sensation of his orgasm, combined with his desperate, needy mouth still working between her legs, pushed Cadance to her own literally life-changing climax. As she threw her head back, moaning loudly as the pleasure washed over her in waves, memories of her past, her Hive, and her plan faded from her mind and replaced themselves with the singular desires to dominate her kingdom and her mate.
For a moment, the world was nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing. As the light from the strings began to fade, small crackles of magic continued to course through her body, replacing every last fragment of Chrysalis with the personality and being of Princess Cadance, all until finally, no trace of the changeling queen remained.
As the couple rode out the final few moments of their orgasm, Cadance’s thoughts finished rewriting themselves, and she smirked as Shining crawled around so that he was bowing before her once more.
Of course, she wasn’t done yet, and he wasn’t done yet. The night was still young, and Cadance would let him continue to serve gladly.
Another week had passed, and Twilight had finally come to visit her sister-in-law. Of course, the poor mare had been a nervous wreck learning about the news, but that was nothing Cadance couldn’t fix.
Sunshine, sunshine, ladybugs awake! Clap your hooves and do a little shake!
“Cadance! It is you! Oh, I’m so glad to see you again…”
“And I’m so glad to see you again, Twilight.”
Resting her head in the crook of Twilight’s neck as they embraced, Princess Cadance allowed herself a silent laugh.
Not an evil laugh, of course. She wasn’t evil, far from it.
But, it was the culmination of months of hard work and a pat on the back for a job well done. She casually observed the pink strands connecting her to Twilight, and observed they were somewhat weaker than how she’d last left them.
It was good, then, that Twilight and her friends had been planning on staying all week.
Cadance simply couldn’t be any more excited to hang out with her old friend!
Author's Note
That one was a doozy to write! If you enjoyed reading it, I'd really appreciate if you left a like <3
